I have no faith in the sense of comforting beliefs which persuade me that all my troubles are blessings in disguise.

If it be ungentlemanly to kiss and tell, it is still further from gentlemanliness to pray and tell.

The earth itself is slightly resistant to routine.

The childhood of the individual and the race is full of fears, and panic-stricken attempts to avert what is feared by placating the gods with painful sacrifices.

Good God enlighten us! Which of these two belongs to the sterner sex - the man who sits in Whitehall all his life on a comfortable salary, or the woman who has to keep her teeth bared lest she has her meatless bone of 17s. 4d. a week snatched away from her and who has to produce the next generation on her off-days?

She saw she had fallen into the hands of one of those doctors who have strayed too far from apparent in the direction of the soul.

Mr. James Joyce is a great man who is entirely without taste.